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A terrible day
He came again
In my soul again
Blood bumbled

I met her
We came to her
She drove me crazy
We harness horses

But something is wrong
I am not myself
In something very hard
He rested his hand.

Prostitute Oleg
Oh how I could
Love of my whole life to her
Or a best friend.

Deception of fate
Or a gift of heaven
There is no more orientation
The demon.

Prostitute Oleg
My new question
Men's friend forever
Or a hollow under the tail

My poor brain
He is too vulnerable
And it seems to be a man in a dress
But I want to be with him

I hate myself
For perverts, impulse
But the power of feelings won
The wave covered

Prostitute Oleg
Sexual strategist
Parents do not understand
Now we are together forever